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Jul. 9th, 2005 01:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mnt_raph*It was a shitty shitty day. And even though yesterday ended hours ago, the fact that Raphael hadn't slept yet just meant that he was still living it. For as we all know, it's not morning until after you sleep. He doesn't want to, but he runs the day again.
Goodbyes. Punches. Talks. Bombs. Barstools.
Too long a day by far, only to be made longer by that look on his brother's face.
Raph had left home to avoid that look.
He'd decided to never go back in order to never see that look again.
That look cuts him in ways that only Endless tears can surpass.
The look, and then Michaelangelo disappeared.
His brother is much better at it than he is. He always has been. Mike is just much better at everything than he is. It's not like Leo though. It never was. Mike didn't try to be better, he just was. He wasn't striving for superiority, he already had it.
Raph wasn't just blowing smoke when he described his brother as The best of us all, he meant it.
So seeing him like that, on the verge like that, was too much.
Raph takes off the protective gloves. The silver rune work in the soft leather flashes in the bright light of the gym. The anger is out of him, for now. Which is good, because his target is a little worse for wear. Looks like it's not a good day to be an ex-turtle or a cinder block, really.
After shaking the concrete dust from the gloves, he returns them to his pocket. He's been trying to make it a point to carry them with him at all times. Not just because they're useful as hell, but because She gave them to him. He grabs his towel and hits the lights, closing the door to the gym behind him as he goes.
No one sees him as he walks through the bar and up the stairs to room 134.
Raph doesn't knock.
Goodbyes. Punches. Talks. Bombs. Barstools.
Too long a day by far, only to be made longer by that look on his brother's face.
Raph had left home to avoid that look.
He'd decided to never go back in order to never see that look again.
That look cuts him in ways that only Endless tears can surpass.
The look, and then Michaelangelo disappeared.
His brother is much better at it than he is. He always has been. Mike is just much better at everything than he is. It's not like Leo though. It never was. Mike didn't try to be better, he just was. He wasn't striving for superiority, he already had it.
Raph wasn't just blowing smoke when he described his brother as The best of us all, he meant it.
So seeing him like that, on the verge like that, was too much.
Raph takes off the protective gloves. The silver rune work in the soft leather flashes in the bright light of the gym. The anger is out of him, for now. Which is good, because his target is a little worse for wear. Looks like it's not a good day to be an ex-turtle or a cinder block, really.
After shaking the concrete dust from the gloves, he returns them to his pocket. He's been trying to make it a point to carry them with him at all times. Not just because they're useful as hell, but because She gave them to him. He grabs his towel and hits the lights, closing the door to the gym behind him as he goes.
No one sees him as he walks through the bar and up the stairs to room 134.
Raph doesn't knock.
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Date: 2005-07-09 10:39 am (UTC)*Raph follows. Anything is better than what he's actually come here to do.*
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Date: 2005-07-09 10:45 am (UTC)This seems to placate Stampy's struggles. Indy thinks for a second then moves her under one arm and pushes her trunk gently into the pile of black powder. Then he holds her mouth closed with his other hand and waits.
An apologetic smile for Raph.
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Date: 2005-07-09 10:56 am (UTC)Stampy can only hold her breath for so long. Breathing is painful with her trunk half obstructed, but she doesn't have much of a choice at this point. There's a small wheezy intake of breath, as she inhales a good dose of black pepper into her trunk.
Then....nothing.
If only Indy and Raph knew about the large build up of pressure that's already collected in the lungs of the mini-phant they might be looking for higher ground instead of watching her expectantly.
Indy gets the warning first. Her muscles sieze as the sneeze begins to form. Raph doesn't realize it's working until her trunk curls up a bit. There isn't even time for him to flatten against the fridge before the marble comes shooting out hai-lai style from the sneezing mini-phant's trunk.
The marble smacks against the opposite wall, leaving a dent before rolling across the floor.*
Holy crap!
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Date: 2005-07-09 11:03 am (UTC)"Ok. Never mind. Go play now," Indy says to her as he picks up the troublesome toy piece in a paper towel. She obliges by wandering back into Mike's room. Most of her toys have suddenly wound up in there for some reason.
Indy wrinkles his nose. "Have you seen him?"
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Date: 2005-07-09 11:07 am (UTC)Nope.
*He looks over at Indy.*
And we won't until he wants to be seen.
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Date: 2005-07-09 11:11 am (UTC)He cleans the marble and pops it back into the battered box with the rest of the game
"A new friend of mine might be able to help him out a little when he gets back."
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Date: 2005-07-09 11:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-09 11:15 am (UTC)"She eased the bad feeling a bit. Made it all a little easier to handle."
"Not that I asked her to."
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Date: 2005-07-09 11:19 am (UTC)X-Girl huh? Great, Mikey oughta love that.
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What do ya mean, easier to handle? You okay?
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Date: 2005-07-09 11:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-09 11:24 am (UTC)She had a job that needed doin', and she'd doin' it. Take comfort in that.
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Date: 2005-07-09 11:28 am (UTC)"It gives you strength. She's a real sweetheart."
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Date: 2005-07-09 11:42 am (UTC)Actually, that's kinda why I'm here. I uh...wanted to leave this for him.
*Raph reaches into one of the pockets of his cargo pants and retrieves a palmsized crystal. Indy would recognize this as Dream's Christmas Present.*
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Date: 2005-07-09 11:47 am (UTC)Indy gazes at it. He could have used his a week ago, but he'd completely forgotten about it. "Sure you won't miss it?"
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Date: 2005-07-09 11:49 am (UTC)I'll live.
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Date: 2005-07-09 11:54 am (UTC)He nods. "It'll definitely help. I guess... leave it on his pillow or something."
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:04 pm (UTC)Just what I was thinkin'. Great minds an' all that. I'll just uh. I'll just do that then.
*It's a quick pivot when Raph turns towards Mike's room. One that appears to be an escape from a conversation about emotions and their sharing. When really it's Raph's way of steeling his resolve enough to be able to let go of the one that that's really kept him stable in the long periods of Her absence.
Crossing the threshold to Mike's room causes him to shiver just slightly.
No turning back. As per usual, the room is a pit, and Raph has to make his way over various piles of Organized Chaos to make it to the bed. He holds the crystal out, for a final look. Then he squeezes it in his hand.
Her. He sees her. She's smiling. She's happy to see him.
And for a moment, it's alright. Everything is good.
Then the nagging fact that it's not real sinks in.
Raph sighs, and without a further glance at the crystal, he leaves it on the pillow and exits.*
I was thinkin' of leavin' instructions, but really...I'm sure he'll figure it out. He ain't a complete idiot.
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:11 pm (UTC)"It's gonna be tough, even with the good memories. She's... all around." Her dietary favorites in the refrigerator, photos everywhere, a sudden unmanageable amount of syrup. Looks like there's going to be some more wholesale dealings going down. "But I don't think he's gonna want to purge." He doesn't seem like the type to want to forget.
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:16 pm (UTC)Nah, he uh...he just needs time. That's all.
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:23 pm (UTC)"Wednesdays are gonna suck for a while as well," he says sourly as the secondary use occurs to him.
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-09 12:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-09 12:37 pm (UTC)*Raph looks at the syrup.*
That's a crap load of waffles right there.
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:40 pm (UTC)"What can I say? Mike likes to cook breakfast, and entertain."
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:42 pm (UTC)*He snaps his fingers as if trying to look for the right word.*
Copin' mechanism.
*Raph raises an eyebrow.*
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:44 pm (UTC)"She was always part of it."
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:45 pm (UTC)Makes sense. So what're you thinkin'? Like a road trip?
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:46 pm (UTC)Indy rubs his chin thoughtfully. "Not a bad idea though. Shit, you're full of 'em today."
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:49 pm (UTC)*Smirk*
Well, he'd still need a kitchen. SO... we'd need to take him somewhere that's already got one...
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-09 12:52 pm (UTC)hmmmm.
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Date: 2005-07-09 12:53 pm (UTC)"Hmmm..."